With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning....
but she strikes me as the sort of woman who knew how to light a fire under people's asses when necessary.
A Sonnet on Communication
How do I love thee? Let me list the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightWhich words can reach, when feeling, out of sight,At the end of Being and without Grace.I love thee for thy leveling of each day'sMost dire need, by phone or by type-writ.I love thee freely, as we strive for Wit;I love thee purely, thrown into a Daze.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my new grief, now without childlike faith.I love thee with a love I start to loseWith my lost hope!---I love thee with the breath,Being, loss of my career!---and, if God choose,I shall miss thee, bitter, after it's death.
A Sonnet on Communication
How do I love thee? Let me list the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightWhich words can reach, when feeling, out of sight,At the end of Being and without Grace.I love thee for thy leveling of each day'sMost dire need, by phone or by type-writ.I love thee freely, as we strive for Wit;I love thee purely, thrown into a Daze.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my new grief, now without childlike faith.I love thee with a love I start to loseWith my lost hope!---I love thee with the breath,Being, loss of my career!---and, if God choose,I shall miss thee, bitter, after it's death.